Every now and then, I like to think about something positive about myself or my body, which, as we all know, is sometimes not so easy for a fat girl to do. And, every time I feel down in the gutter and need a pick me up, I think about how my being fat has contributed to the best assets money could buy if I had to, but since I am fat, I don't...ha ha ha.
I have fuckin' AWESOME tits. They're amazing.
I couldn't imagine life with my girls. It's true that sometimes they restrict me from wearing button down shirts, but hey, the trade is certainly worth it. My boobs give me the confidence that sometimes I lack because of my size. They lead, and I follow. They give me an awesome shape and something to be proud of.
I'm often asked if my boobs are real. I think this is mainly due to their perfect round shape I can thank to the little extra fat stuffed into each of them.
If there is anything I have learned from being friends with skinny girls it's this: They wished they had big tits too. This, my fellow fat women, is what often gives us the upper hand when dealing with no very nice skinny women. (For you nice skinny women out there, I'm not talking about you).
Driving down the street one day with my rail thin, often rude about weight friend, we got on the topic of, of all things, penis size. To me, it doesn't matter, to her, she likes a larger penis (WOW she actually likes something larger!). She then went on to say that: "It's not like boobs where men don't care about the size. A man isn't going to pick you over me because you have big boobs. Boobs are boobs. " Uh, actually, my little friend, yeah, guys like big boobs* any way you slice it...it's actually why there's such a huge demand for breast augmentations...read the statistics little lady.
I'm often really shy to show off my goods. Lindsey, another girl with some awesome knockers, isn't so afraid. I often wonder that if I wasn't so big and I still had big boobs, would I show them off? I'm not sure. Maybe I like to keep them to myself and share them with a chosen few. They're my best diversion from men looking at my faults also, because I can distract them with my boobs...and then my mind of course!
So, in conclusion, I'm going to take a minute to 1. Thank my genetics and 2. Thank my fat (a rarity for me) for giving me something to hold my head up high to.
Yay for big, fat boobs!!!!
*I'm sure there are men that like small breasts, I'm not denying this...I'm going on the majority though.